Free The A Little Bit Trilogy Bundle: A Little Bit Submissive; A Little Bit Rough; A Little Bit Controlling - A BDSM Erotica Romance by Bebe Wilde

could make do anything he wanted. He made me feel like a young woman who first falls in love and doesn’t know what to do about it other than just feel it, feel the love that is welled up inside and comes out in submission.
    He manhandled me. He made me grovel, crawl—literally—on all fours. He made this woman come out in me and beg him for his cock.
    I loved every minute of it.
    But we’d only just met. We had a business relationship first and then came this , whatever this was, this sexual relationship. It seemed to spring up out of nowhere, too, what we had. I wanted to run from it but found myself compelled to stay. And yet, I wanted to be in control, to see how far I could push him, if only to see how far it would go. But it wasn’t going to happen like that. No, this man was of a totally different kind. We were playing by his rules, the way he wanted it. He wasn’t looking for a quick fuck and he didn’t want a shared cigarette afterwards and he would never be awkward about anything. What we did didn’t embarrass him. It came like second nature. Perhaps, one day, it would feel like that to me as well.
    “Get up on all fours, Teagan ,” he demanded, in part to see if I would do it. To see if I could do it, if I could reach down inside of me and bring out that sexual creature. He said it like he was my boss, like he expected me to do what he wanted without question. I didn’t know if I could let myself be totally submissive, to be honest. I was so afraid of that part of myself.
    A flash of humiliation coursed through my body, which was exactly what he wanted. “Fuck you, Roman,” I said, almost timidly, still a little afraid of him and still unsure of myself.
    He came over to me and pressed his mouth close to my ear. “You act like you want it, Teagan .”
    “I don’t know if I do,” I said and closed my eyes. But I did want it. I wanted him to bring it out in me. I had to have that push, if only to give myself permission to go through with it.
    “You’re lying, aren’t you?” he whispered.
    I nodded.
    “Then tell me how much you want it,” he said, breathing heavily into my ear.
    “No,” I said, turning away from him.
    “Come on now,” he said. “Tell me.”
    “I want it so bad,” I murmured, barely audible.
    “Now show me.”
    Show me. Prove it. Do it now. I did it. I eagerly did it. I was under his control, that’s what kind of person I was. He made me feel things I never thought I’d feel, this woman inside of me, this submissive woman who would do what the man wanted just because that’s the way I inwardly thought it was supposed to be. I didn’t shy away from it but I didn’t analyze it either. I didn’t think about what it meant and what that made me. These were games, a way for us to get to the sex, a way for us to get to know each other better and, maybe, just maybe, a way for him to dominate me. He foisted it onto me, all of this, just as he had cracked the crop across my buttocks many other times. I would cry out with pain but also with liberation at allowing someone else to be in control—thank you, thank you, thank you!
    “How?” I asked.
    “Take off your clothes.”
    I stared at him, at his handsome face, at his tall, muscular and strong body. I stared into his blue eyes, which were telling me everything I needed to know: You can trust me. This is just a game, a test. Can you handle it?
    I looked away, feeling his eyes on me, as always. He took in my body, the curves, the firm breasts, then he took in my pretty face and my long, strawberry blonde hair. I turned to face him and our eyes locked, my green eyes with his blue ones. We stared at each other and refused to back down.
    But then… Then I got that feeling again, that feeling of not wanting to do this. He should just leave. I should tell him to just leave, to never come back and forget about it. He’d knocked on my door earlier, just as he had several times before. Like usual we didn’t bother with the small